Eleanor Fairfax
Background:
Eleanor Fairfax, the fifth daughter of Victor and Annabelle, is a mystery even to her own blood. Raised with the same expectations and power as her sisters, Eleanor quietly opted out of the family’s dynastic games. While Catherine schemed, Victoria hungered, and Margaret smiled her way to power, Eleanor simply turned inward — and vanished into the dark halls of magic.
Where others sought influence, she sought answers.
Eleanor became obsessed with the unseen — death, fate, the secret geometry of the cosmos. She found herself drawn not just to fey magic, but to Sluagh necromancy, a forbidden branch of spirit work tied to the Unseelie Court’s darkest whispers. There, in the company of restless souls and fae-bound revenants, Eleanor discovered a kind of kinship she never found among the living.
She has long since ceased to compete for her father’s favor, and her mother’s cool nods of encouragement were enough to let her remain unchallenged in her shadowy pursuits. Of all the Fairfax daughters, she is the one least touched by family rivalry — and yet, perhaps the most burdened by existential awareness.
She does not hate her sisters, not even Jessica. But she views their ambitions as tragic pantomimes played out on a stage none of them built, and none of them can escape.
Personality:
Eleanor Fairfax is cold, introspective, and deeply spiritual. She is the sister who speaks the least — and sees the most. Her mind is always turning, always unraveling cosmic riddles, and her gaze seems to pierce the veil of ordinary perception. She is unnerving to be around, not because she is cruel, but because she simply doesn’t care for pretense or comfort.
Her detachment is both a shield and a wound. She feels deeply, but has spent her life suppressing those feelings to chase deeper truths. Her contempt for the family's political theater hides a quiet sorrow — she mourns what the Fairfax line could have been: a great magical dynasty united in vision, rather than splintered by pride.
Eleanor often views her sisters as chess pieces in a game played by larger forces — but that doesn’t mean she’s immune to love or longing. She simply refuses to act on those feelings, believing that attachment only invites weakness.
Of all the Fairfax daughters, Eleanor may be the most powerful — not in fire or glamor, but in what she knows. If the world ends, it will be Eleanor who saw it coming. And if salvation exists, she may be the only one who can read the map.
Eleanor Fairfax, the fifth daughter of Victor and Annabelle, is a mystery even to her own blood. Raised with the same expectations and power as her sisters, Eleanor quietly opted out of the family’s dynastic games. While Catherine schemed, Victoria hungered, and Margaret smiled her way to power, Eleanor simply turned inward — and vanished into the dark halls of magic.
Where others sought influence, she sought answers.
Eleanor became obsessed with the unseen — death, fate, the secret geometry of the cosmos. She found herself drawn not just to fey magic, but to Sluagh necromancy, a forbidden branch of spirit work tied to the Unseelie Court’s darkest whispers. There, in the company of restless souls and fae-bound revenants, Eleanor discovered a kind of kinship she never found among the living.
She has long since ceased to compete for her father’s favor, and her mother’s cool nods of encouragement were enough to let her remain unchallenged in her shadowy pursuits. Of all the Fairfax daughters, she is the one least touched by family rivalry — and yet, perhaps the most burdened by existential awareness.
She does not hate her sisters, not even Jessica. But she views their ambitions as tragic pantomimes played out on a stage none of them built, and none of them can escape.
Personality:
Eleanor Fairfax is cold, introspective, and deeply spiritual. She is the sister who speaks the least — and sees the most. Her mind is always turning, always unraveling cosmic riddles, and her gaze seems to pierce the veil of ordinary perception. She is unnerving to be around, not because she is cruel, but because she simply doesn’t care for pretense or comfort.
Her detachment is both a shield and a wound. She feels deeply, but has spent her life suppressing those feelings to chase deeper truths. Her contempt for the family's political theater hides a quiet sorrow — she mourns what the Fairfax line could have been: a great magical dynasty united in vision, rather than splintered by pride.
Eleanor often views her sisters as chess pieces in a game played by larger forces — but that doesn’t mean she’s immune to love or longing. She simply refuses to act on those feelings, believing that attachment only invites weakness.
Of all the Fairfax daughters, Eleanor may be the most powerful — not in fire or glamor, but in what she knows. If the world ends, it will be Eleanor who saw it coming. And if salvation exists, she may be the only one who can read the map.
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